i have loved many things.
like the clouds in the scorching summer heat,
and rain that freezes the skins;
the scent of cool autumn breezes,
and the gentle softness of the earth during spring;
the cosiness of a convenience store at the dead of night;
the slight chill in the air after school;
the smell of the blackboard duster;
the roar of a faraway truck;
echoing deep in the night...

and i wanted us to experience them together, always.

Labels: love, poem, quote

"If this can be termed the century of the common man, then soccer, of all
sports, is surely his game.... In a world haunted by the hydrogen and napalm
bomb, the football field is a place where sanity and hope are still left
unmolested. "

-Stanley Rous, 1952

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.